Quick note - the end of this chapter has some minor suggestive material, so this story's rating is now T.
Three days had passed since Spencer had confessed to Toby, but he still hadn't seen or called her. He had sent her a text later that night simply saying he needed some time to think about it, and he would call her when he was ready to talk.
Spencer had made the decision to see Toby tonight if he didn't call her today – she would be leaving to London tomorrow afternoon, and she definitely didn't want to leave things unresolved between them.
It was 7PM now – Toby hadn't called her, and she had spent the whole day packing so she would be ready to leave the next afternoon. She needed to see him before she left - if she didn't, she was pretty sure she would explode.
Spencer approached the door to his loft and knocked gently. No reply. She knocked again, this time a little louder and waited for a couple of minutes; but she didn't hear any approaching footsteps.
Thank god I have the spare key. She thought.
She stepped into the loft, breathing in his familiar smell. A sudden sound interrupted her deep thoughts, and she jumped.
"Relax. It's only me," His familiar voice called out from behind her.
As he entered the loft, she noticed he was holding a small cardboard box.
"What's that?" She asked, trying to make small talk and avoid the elephant in the room.
"A box of my stuff from the desk at the Police Station. I didn't manage to get everything when I quit a few days ago," He replied. He didn't say it coldly exactly…but his blue eyes definitely didn't hold the same warmth they used to when he looked into her eyes.
As he put the box down on the coffee table, she happened to glance down into it. She felt her heart skip a beat and her guilt multiply by a million.
"You had a picture of us on your desk?" She asked softly. She hadn't noticed that the last – and only – time she had visited him there.
Someone must have taken the picture without them looking; because neither of them were looking at the camera and she couldn't remember posing for it.
They were sitting on the porch swing outside Emily's house, and Toby's arm was around her. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a polo t-shirt. She was wearing a white sundress with a flower tucked into her ear. Both of them were deep in thought, staring at the sky. But what she loved most about the picture was that you could see how deeply, blissfully happy and in love they looked. Like they had the whole future ahead of them and all the time in the world.
Now, she wasn't so sure about it.
She remembered that day very well – Emily was having some party at her house that evening after unsurprisingly winning a swim meet. It had been frustratingly hot outside that whole day, so she had decided to wear the new white sundress she had bought on her most recent shopping trip with the girls.
At some point of time during the party, Toby had mysteriously disappeared for a short while, only to re-appear a couple of minutes later with a lone daisy. He had gently pushed her hair back and tucked the daisy behind her ear. When she asked him why, he had simply replied that the daisy matched her dress and made her look more gorgeous.
She had blushed.
Then, towards the end of the night when everyone was leaving, she'd noticed that it was a beautiful, clear night out, and she told Toby she wanted to watch the stars, because such clear nights were so rare in Rosewood. Toby wanted to see them too, and after a minute or so he had put his arm around her, and they spent a good ten minutes in comfortable silence, staring at the spectacular night sky.
She guessed that at some point of time during then, one of their friends had taken a picture and Toby had seen it and got it developed.
"Of course," Toby had a faraway look in his eyes with a reminiscent smile. It seemed that he, too, was reliving that memory.
Spencer put down the picture, and looked straight into Toby's eyes. "We need to talk," she said. "You said you'd call me, but it's been three days and I'm leaving for London tomorrow afternoon-"
"Wait, what?" He asked, interrupting her.
Whoops. Spencer thought. She had forgotten she didn't mention the whole Oxford-London thing to Toby yet.
"Well…my mom called Wren because she knew he had an Oxford connection, and he kind of got me an interview there," She confessed, biting her lip nervously and looking at his reaction.
"What, Jonny's Oxford connection didn't come through after all?"
"It's not like that," She said calmly, not wanting this to end up in a fight. "He's just not that reliable of a source anymore,"
"And you're seriously thinking of going to Oxford?"
"Toby, my life for the past five years hasn't been my life. It's been A's version of my life! Just this once, I'd like to see how it looks with me controlling it, because I sure as hell can't remember!" She cried. She didn't mean to break her calm demeanour that quickly, but she couldn't help it.
"And what happens to us? You want me to move there? Spence, I can't handle only being able to see you at Christmas and summer. And like I said, I'd never want to hold you back, but I would have really appreciated it if you would have talked to me about this earlier."
It was this sentence that made Spencer cautiously optimistic that they might have a future together after all.
"Toby," She whispered. "You know I'd never make such a huge decision without discussing it with you first. I'm just exploring my options right now. At this point, I don't even know if I'm going to get in yet,"
Toby snorted. "Please, Spencer. We both know you're going to get in. You've had a flawless school record since practically before you were born. It's in your blood."
She half-smiled. "You're probably right. But that still doesn't mean that I'd make such a huge decision without you. You're the most important part of my life, Toby. And…I guess I just want to know if that's going to continue to be true," She said the last part in as small voice.
Toby took a deep breath. "Spencer, I won't deny that Jonny kissing you makes me want to hunt him down and personally beat the shit out of him. But that doesn't mean I don't love you, and that doesn't meant that I don't want to continue to have a relationship with you. I've done a lot of thinking about us these past couple of days, and I realised that you can't be the one taking all the blame. I've been more cop than boyfriend recently, and I've been neglecting you. That doesn't mean that he had the right to kiss you in any way, but I can understand what made you want to spend time over him, that you would have otherwise been spent with me. But I forgive you, Spencer. I know you didn't initiate it, and I know it's not going to happen again."
"Really?" Spencer could hardly believe the words she was hearing. She didn't know what she did to deserve the boyfriend that she had. Toby deserved so much better, and yet time and time again; he always chose her.
"I love you, Spencer. I can't imagine my life without you. I don't think I'd ever forgive myself if I ever let you go again," He said simply.
Spencer couldn't help the huge smile that broke out over her face. Toby couldn't help comparing it to sunshine on a cloudy day. She just looked that beautiful. he had no idea how he had gotten so lucky as to be with her.
As she ran into his arms, he picked her up and they passionately started kissing like never before. Spencer felt like she was breathing properly for the first time; she felt it had been long - too long- since they had kissed like this. She had missed it more than she realised.
They continued to kiss and clothing started being ripped off as Toby carried her to the bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed and they continued their feverent kissing until both were completely naked.
They made love over and over again that night, neither of them wanting to stop just yet.
"Toby?" Spencer asked softly later that night, as both of them lay in bed tangled in the sheets, staring deeply into one another's eyes.
"Yeah?" He replied, his eyes never leaving her face.
"I never forgot to thank you for the ring. It's the most beautiful thing anyone's ever gotten me. Thank you," She murmured.
"There's kind of another surprise."
"What? Toby you can't keep-"
"Well this one's kind of your request," He said, grinning.
"What? What did I ask for?"
"Well, last time I got back from London, you said we should go together next time…so that's what I did,"
"What do you mean?" She said, not quite catching on as smart as she was.
"I booked a flight to London. I'm going there with you tomorrow,"
"Wait, seriously? You're coming to London with me?" She said excitedly.
"Yup," He said, popping the P.
Unable to verbalise the love and happiness she felt for him at that moment, she simply leaned over and kissed him deeply and passionately. "I love you,"
"I love you, too,"
Sorry this is so late! Unfortunately, I've been ill these last few days and haven't been up to writing :(.
First of all, thank you so much for the amazing feedback, you guys are awesome! It makes me insanely happy.
Also, quick thing...I mentioned that Spoby weren't going to be in PLL until 5x24. I said that because I thought at the time Keegan Allen wasn't going to be in it, (I'm so obsessed with PLL that I do actually look at the actors for each episode; sad, I know) and because I didn't see his name for 5x22 or 5x23. As it turns out, I think he will be in 5x22 (obviously a good example of why you shouldn't trust everything on the internet) because they showed a glimpse of him in the promo of this week's episode. If we're lucky, maybe we'll get some Spoby too, though I'm not so sure of that though considering Spencer's in London...
Anyway, rambling over. Hope you guys enjoyed this and please do leave a review. They make me very happy :)